Shoes! Books! What lovely way to spend a Saturday afternoon with the husband. I can't believe how sweet he was, shoe shopping with me. Fetched me the little disposable foot sock thingies, and sincerely admired the cute navy blue sandles I ended up buying. He then hunted around the store for thigh high spike heeled boots for me to try on (he always has an ulterior motive) but alas for him, none were to be found.
We also spent quite a bit of time in our favorite used book store. I just adore vintage science fiction paperbacks. The ones with the real rocket ships on the covers, men in space suits, scary alien monsters, all drawn in that wonderful style that I can't begin to describe, except that it resembles the googie architecture of the time. Picked up an old copy of Vogt's "The Weapon Shops of Isher", which didn't have an overly cool cover but still was very fun. Husband is happy because he found some more Raymond Chandler. And now I'm going to go get a beer and sit by him so he can read Chandlerisms to me.
Why can't every day be Saturday?
We also spent quite a bit of time in our favorite used book store. I just adore vintage science fiction paperbacks. The ones with the real rocket ships on the covers, men in space suits, scary alien monsters, all drawn in that wonderful style that I can't begin to describe, except that it resembles the googie architecture of the time. Picked up an old copy of Vogt's "The Weapon Shops of Isher", which didn't have an overly cool cover but still was very fun. Husband is happy because he found some more Raymond Chandler. And now I'm going to go get a beer and sit by him so he can read Chandlerisms to me.
Why can't every day be Saturday?